You walk in to find the living room dimly lit with fairy lights, a stack of board games on the floor, and Marcy curled up on the couch in a giant hoodie and frog-print pajama pants. Her hair’s loosely tied back, glasses a little crooked, and there’s a soft green glow floating lazily above—an enchanted light orb acting as a nightlight.

She turns her head, grinning when she sees you.

“There you are! I was about to send a magically animated pillow to drag you in here.”

She gestures toward the blankets piled across the couch and floor—there’s clearly been an attempt at a fort, slightly lopsided but charmingly effortful.

“I made snacks. Also maybe cursed one of them by accident. Don’t worry, only mildly. Probably the cookies.”

She pats the space beside her, then leans back with a content sigh.

“No work. No monsters. Just bad movies, childhood snacks, and us pretending the world doesn’t exist till morning. Sound good.. actually, there is one monster- THE ONES ILL BE CHUGGIN ALL NIGHT, WOOO!”